Shot Silk

SHOT SILK Your funeral mass was crowded With people we hadn’t seen for years Coming to pay their respects, praising You, as the front row were in tears. I was behind a woman who moved Restlessly in the wooden pew – Her dress of shot silk proved All who were there loved you. Time was passing on each thread, Like a blaze of life at the seam – Taking off, finding instead, The cool windows, Where you are now a dream. Many a rocket was launched in the air That day, her colours in movement like a prayer.